"Your Majesty!"
Oliver called out, rushing swiftly toward me.
The skirmish against the members of the Black Sun appeared to have ended. All that remained were the strewn bodies of our attackers and the still-burning corpse of the man who seemed to have been their leader.
My flames still sizzled softly against his charred flesh, though they had begun to lose their intensity.
Around us, the gathered crowd fell into a stunned silence before hushed whispers broke out. For a peaceful town like Solmire, untouched by such violence for centuries, this sudden bloodshed had to be profoundly shocking.
As their King, I felt a bitter pang of guilt for bringing such chaos to one of my own towns.
Regardless…
I drove Hyperion's point into the ground, leaning heavily on the hilt to steady myself.
Damn. The toll of summoning the Helios Flames was heavy, but setting that aside, my shoulder…
I could see fresh blood seeping through the makeshift bandage Mia had wrapped around the wound.
